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When I was a senior in high school, one night my dad had a bunch of friends
over to watch the Superbowl. At that age I loved to flirt with older men, to
get them all distracted and excited by flaunting my newly curvaceous body,
wearing short little skirts and tight tops and bright red lipstick to get
them thinking all sorts of naughty things about my pouty mouth. Even though
I was already 5'7" and 120, with big round 34C tits, I would sit on my
daddy's friends' laps just like I had when I was a little girl, and put my
arms around their necks and tease them during the commercials. I was never
quite so bold teasing my own daddy, but I knew he liked to watch as I made
it very hard for his friends to pay attention to the game.
My dad had a friend named Don Miller - I called him "Uncle Donny" - who I
especially loved to flirt with. He was very cute, with blonde hair that he
wore down to his collar, and big blue eyes, a little taller than me, and a
very hot body for his age (he was about as old as my dad, at that time
probably about 40.) I loved to make him all embarrassed by sitting on his
lap and squirming around against his crotch; I was kind to him, and stayed
on his lap whenever I got him hard, so all the other guys didn't see that
the naughty little high school girl had given Uncle Donny a hard on! He
would whisper in my ear and call me "naughty girl" and "little brat" as I
sat on his lap, which just made me squirm more.
On the night of the superbowl, I was being especially naughty with Uncle
Donny. As I squirmed on his lap and talked with him and giggled at
everything he said, I had my arm around his neck, and I played with his ears
with my long red fingernails - I knew this drove him crazy. I really didn't
know anything about football, but I did know about halftime, enough to know
that that would be long enough for me to sneak Uncle Donny up into my
bedroom and take care of that throbbing hard-on I'd given him. When the
break in the game arrived I whispered, "I have some new shoes I want to show
you. Meet me up in my bedroom - you know which one it is, right?" He said,
"Uh huh," and I got up and left the room, and went upstairs.
Up in my bedroom, I took off the cute white tennis shoes I'd been wearing,
and went over to my closet and took out a shoebox. At the mall with my
friends recently, I had bought a pair of 5" red pumps with open toes. When I
first bought them, I had brought them home, put them on with a super-short
skirt, and spent hours admiring my long legs in the mirror, imagining making
so many men's cocks hard with these shoes. I put them on again, sat down on
the bed and crossed my legs so that my skirt edged up to the tops of my
long, curvy thighs, and waited.
A minute or two later, I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. My pussy
tingled as I thought about how hard Uncle Donny's cock would get when he
walked in and saw me. Without thinking I slid my hands between my thighs,
and felt that my panties were already wet. "Are you ready to see my new
shoes?" I asked while the footsteps still climbed the stairs. "Which new
shoes are those, Alex?" a voice answered. But it wasn't Uncle Donny's
voice - it was my daddy's. I froze. I knew I should kick off the shoes and
pull down my skirt, but I couldn't move. Did Uncle Donny tell on me? My dad
reached the top of the stairs, and stood in my bedroom door. "Ah, very
pretty shoes, Alex. Uncle Donny would like them, I'm sure. I like them too."
"I wasn't going to do anything, Daddy, I swear!" I said, still frozen
sitting on the edge of the bed, long legs exposed, one red shoe dangling off
my foot. "Sure you weren't," he said. "Well, whatever you weren't going to
do for your uncle, now you're going to do for me." My dad put his hand in
his pocket, and I could see that he was playing with his cock inside his
pants. I could see that it was VERY hard. Even though I tried not to look, I
couldn't help it. "Take it out Daddy," I said. "Please, I want to see."
Give me a call and I'll tell you what happened next! |
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